Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Haiti and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing DNA to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Marmalade,
Q65,
Quantec,
Howard Jones,
Derrick Morgan,
T.S.O.L.,
Quadrant,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
This Heat,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultra Naté,
Man Parrish,
The Victims,
FM Einheit,
X-102,
Ludus,
Pagans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joe Smooth,
Adolescents,
Graham Central Station,
The Residents,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Intrusion,
Can,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ponytail,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Quando Quango,
Maurizio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Half Japanese,
MDC,
Los Fastidios,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barbara Tucker,
Fatback Band,
Von Mondo,
The J.B.'s,
The Misunderstood,
The Vogues,
Ronan,
kango's stein massive,
The Selecter,
Jacob Miller,
Procol Harum,
AZ,
Nico,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Monolake,
Dawn Penn,
Rufus Thomas,
Cluster,
The Beau Brummels,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kevin Saunderson,
Maleditus Sound,
David Bowie,
Make Up,
James White and The Blacks,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.